The mist dispersed.
The three challengers had been bound like zongzi by several thick vines and hung from the nearby sycamore tree. Their faces were flushed as they struggled desperately, yet they could not break free anytime soon.
The young scholarship student they had surrounded had long since vanished without a trace.
What ultimately allowed Zheng Qing to walk openly through Jiuyou Academy was not a crude hood, Beauty Su's influence, his ordinary looks, or Ms. Pulitzer's bizarre nicknames.
At a magic school, magic had to do the talking.
After defeating dozens of challengers of varying skill levels, the boys of Jiuyou Academy had finally held their noses and tacitly accepted the low-profile existence of a certain shameless fellow.
Of course, Jiuyou's young people generally still followed the rules and cared about their pride.
They would not launch open attacks, and they understood that after taking a beating, they had to stand at attention. As for why they kept the results of these victories and defeats confined within the academy, it was simply because those experiences were too embarrassing to boast about—and they were happy to watch boys from other academies get their heads smashed bloody.
After all, it was better for everyone to get beaten up than to get beaten up alone.
As a result, although Zheng Qing had defeated wave after wave of challengers, uninvited guests still occasionally appeared before him and spouted arrogant nonsense.
Of course, no matter how discreet those who had been beaten were, as more and more people got beaten up, fewer and fewer were willing to come for a beating. A cross-academy group like today's three was the only batch of victims to appear in the past twelve hours.
"Hey, by now, only idiots from the other three academies are foolish enough to